Best Coat Poems

(Giving voice to those who suffered and believe in poetic justice)

Should I cut the corner of your coat?
Too many times you tried to squeeze my throat;
you got perverse pleasure to see my page blank, 
thought I have overdrawn the polyglot’s bank.
I saw your glee, you thought I went to flee,
you did not understand, my spirit...

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Cassidy was a curious dog;
One day he walked into a bog,
Coming out, he looked about,
He couldn't see and began to pout;
Because he’s a sludge caked dog!
...

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I'm sitting by the river in the centre of Inverness
In a place we call the islands, beauty in capture finesse

It's late into the evening as I listen to the cold grey flow
So soothing in this tranquil setting, inside I'm all aglow

I take this time to pause and close my eyes and listen
For in my mind...

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There is that barn again
The red peeling paint shouts

Old worn gray tired it says
Memories running track

Back in the fourties when
Youth did reign rule really

When the paint was new red
Dancing and prancing here

Singing joy fiddle plays
Squares were formed to music

Kicked up her heels in time
Red paint new drew her beaus

Well now that tired worn look
Only need...

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Things you cannot sugar coat:    LIST POEM
Child abuse
Sex trafficking
Killings
Murders
Rapes
STDs
Illegal drug use
Alcoholism
Cancer
9/11/01
Automobile wrecks
House fires
Natural catastrophes
Tsunamis
Earthquakes
Volcanic ash
Bullies
Pain
Anger
Rage
Unkindness
Disrespect
Ugly dogs
Dentists
Math...

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my coat of arms, two legged wyvern,
exceptionally surreal...

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Long ago in Littleton, when just a little lad                                              
My...

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from the Black coat to God

brushing my coat
get the dog hairs and lint
trapped in a rough brush

long firm strokes across the shoulders
down the back  
there is a flap 
like an old trench coat
stitched shut

why      
it was meant to fly open freely
allow me to run

and why 
did god give us...

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The coat of many colors
Was a story I was told
About a young boy named Joseph
Who for jealousy was sold
Into slavery by his brothers
And brought to a distant land
Where pyramids and idols stood
In a land of palms and sand
The years he spent were lonely ones 
Away from Jacob’s tent
Not knowing it was in God’s plan
To Egypt...

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In crackled tintypes bent with long ago,
Amid flaxen sunset and skies of cherry—
In worn leather-carved ancient scenario,
He dare not lie in milkweed prairie.

He rides resolute toward that sweat-tinged fame,
Always the heart’s hero of our once young eye,
As pale ivory range sighs softly his name
And we all know the real reason why.

It is high sage country...

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I HATE how it squeezes
It unnerves and freezes
Blood pounds through the arm
Setting off my alarm
Read her face like a book
(The nurse has that look)
"It's high to the max"
"Just try to relax!"
"You're close to a stroke"
(Lord, I need a smoke)...

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5:00 am
And I am most alive
It's still quiet
I know they are on the road
The cars, the trucks, the trailers
But I can't hear them
Rather only bird song from the trees near by
I breathe but I do not inhale air, I inhale life

This time will pass though
As it should
I will get the breakfast
Do the little house hold...

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Naked as the day of my birth, I lay upon the floor
coverless and chill, eyes fluttering, closed, yet aware... 
inwardly I stare, counting chest rises, in despair.
My fear of onward life is more than I can ignore.
Outside, a fluttering of wings seeking to explore,
the haunting howl of wolf, whose mating call taunts, beware,
both harbingers of...

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On the coast of gold(Ghana) where ethnic cultures intertwines like glittering and colourful 'bonwire' kente
A vibrant tapestry of diversity divine. 
Starting from the South where the powerful Ashanti real heritage
Tracing to the Fante coastal tales of the sea
Across the Nzema fishing net cast upon the tides 
To the Ewe's rhythmic abadza 
And the atumpan of...

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Removing the coat,

Oat,

In Summer hot!...

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